XLV
"Winner!" the announcer bellowed.
"Grain!"
The crowd erupted into cheers, and Grain simply made his way to his previous spot. Where he resumed cultivating, and floating in the air.
Liana was frozen in place, and it took the coercing of a few servants close to her, before she would leave the platform.
The announcer managed to move things along, and not to long after, Gabriel and Hurt were standing adjacent each other on the platform. Gabriel standing at attention, with perfect posture, and his head held high.
While Hurt similarly to Grain, adopted a relaxed pose.
Far more refined than Grain's laxed stance, yet the same air of confidence came from it.
Hurt was like an old proud lion, waiting for his prey to reach his paws.
Where as Grain was more of a young tiger, roaming without a care in the world, and taking what it pleases.